On silver mount zion 
All buried [bad word] 
We was dancing the hora 
Until we vomited blood 
Spinning like crazy 
Shoshana was jonesing
The towers had fallen 
And the wind called out 
My grandfather's name 

Let's kill first the banker 
With his professional demeanour 
Let's televise and broadcast 
The raping of kings 
Let our crowds be fed on 
Teargas and plate-glass 
'Cause a people united 
Is a wonderful thing 

I know that you're dying 
And i know i'm unwell 
And together we sashay 
 [bad word] variations of [bad word] 

And as you walk through valleys of fear 
The lure of my bed is ever near 

Oh, don't be afraid, though the parade 
Will not pass our way 
It's nobler to never get paid
Than to bank on [bad word] and dismay